Sometimes I like to read the stars.
And wonder what's their story?
For whom do they burn inside
And shine bright on the outside?
Why do they guide poeple
When they themselves are lost in darkness?
Why do they fall and perish
Just to fullfil someone's wish?
When they know the world wont care.
If one of them went missing
Why do they still appear every night?
That's when I'm reminded
It's what we all do,
Not just the scars.
Why? For whom? It's a simple story.
For love
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